Glow we share

Glow we share(Skylar) I saw the glow, the pretty, glowing, almost firefly-like glow, in his gray eyes. I knew that glow from my parents, but I never thought this young and this vulnerable that I’d see it. The more I looked into his eyes, the more I saw it. You got me drunk on your love and that glow. Is this the beginning of my favorite love story?
The glow makes me happy. I get lost, but the good news is I’m lost at home. The more I look, the more I realize it wasn’t just the glow; it was the potential of what could happen, the adventures that lay ahead, and the moments that would unfold. I don’t even realize how much that glow affects me, but here I am turning tomato-like. This glow is keeping me warm in the cold.
In the quiet moments, I see his stolen glances that seem to last a lifetime. I find solace in the little things, like the glow in his eyes. Sometimes, I catch myself daydreaming about the memories we’ve yet to make, and the places where our adventures will take us. Our conversations bring so much joy. We talk about our fears, our dreams, and the wild adventures we want to share. With every heartfelt word, the glow in his eyes flickers brighter, as if fueled by the hopes we lay before each other. With every heartfelt word, the glow in his eyes flickers brighter, as if fueled by the hopes we lay before each other.
Yet, mixed with that excitement is a flicker of uncertainty. I wonder if he feels it too, that bond drawing us together. The fear I feel during arguments because I don’t wanna lose my warmth, the fluttering in my heart. The thought of losing his enchanting light brings scare, a deep fear. What if this glow dims? Every moment spent with him feels like balancing on the edge of a cliff. I don’t wanna lose it. Love will always be like the last day, never a dull moment.
The thought of staying within this light keeps me anchored. My favorite smile from him, the blush he gets on his face, the laugh with his friends, and every little thing add to that glow. The effortless charm in the smile. It’s contagious and before I know it, I find myself swept up in the joy of him blushing to pieces. The way he always falls for the way I fake being mad at his friends just to get him to fall beside me. The way he falls for my tricks to get him to blush. The hugs he gives me when I’m sad, or sick. Everything adds up.
There are times I cry but he comforts me til I smile. Like the time I was depressed and he made me blush and smile. Those times are the times I remember. They serve as reminders of how deep we go and the memories we share. I often ponder what it would be like to have a night with him with some cool night air wrapping around us, that adds to the warmth we share and the memories
I often find myself hoping that this glow isn't just a fleeting moment but a constant presence in our lives. The best part is knowing that with each passing day, we are building something beautiful together. Every comforting touch, every word spoken, and every laugh shared makes me believe in us a little more. The glow is like a little light that we need to keep alive. We always need to keep that glow alive. The unbreakable connection brings thoughts to what we have.
The more I reflect the more it clicks, the happy moments only define a small part. It's the sad, the fighting parts, even just the quiet moments that change us. Each obstacle we get through strengthens our bond, creating trust, under our story. I treasure the late-night calls where our fear and insecurities emerge or our wild sides come, yet somehow, they only seem to enhance the warmth of that glow. The vulnerability decides how open we are that night. But the vulnerable moments are what I truly feel about us becoming intertwined.
The future sparks the imagination. I can already visualize the life we are starting to build. Maybe a cozy home filled with laughter and adventures randomly. Then the home filled with crying babies that become young kids. The thought of these adventures fills me with hope. I want to be his source of light, just as he is mine.
I often ponder what it would be like to hold his hand while walking under the stars, the cool night air wrapping around us, enhancing that warmth we share. The conversational adventures that catch us both off guard. Always just talking and laughing. In those moments, everything feels right in the world, and the glow in his eyes reflects the joy we create together.
The most important thing for him to know is that I am here for the bad and the good ready to embrace life. I want to create a home for our dreams, a place where we can celebrate our victories and find comfort during hardships. On this journey we are on, I find myself wishing that light never falls through. I need to cherish it fiercely and let it guide me. After all, it isn’t just about holding onto that glow, it's about supporting it, allowing evolution and expansion to happen as our love grows. There was a big threat to our glow but I brought the glow back and made this relationship grow.
So as I stand here, gazing into those luminous gray eyes, I whisper a silent promise: to keep our light alive, to honor the bond we share, and to embrace every moment, no matter how small, because I know that they all fuel the glow, making our love story not just a beginning, but a beautiful, unfolding journey filled with endless possibilities.
The more I protect the glow that we share the more I’m happy.